1
For centuries
once a week
massaging the mummies
2
There in the mirror
my forhead rented
for advertising
3
No other way
to keep shadows off the floor
I burn down the house
4
To discover
his song, I journey
into the dragon's ear
5
Caught
in the crystal tower
birdes, rainbows, and snowstorms
6
Practicing body language
a man
with no head
7
the whole flame
is a sex organ
8
I massage
the stones. They seem
tense
9
Lake
how many clouds
has it been
10
Waking at night --
having turned to stone
I go back to sleep
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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